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bulging
muscles. His long strong legs were encased in light brown leather that hugged
his hips. Darker leather boots came just to his knees. A dagger hung at his
waist in a leather sheath. A sword was strapped to his back. Impressive was
such a small word to describe him, or his magnificence. Vakr looked like a
Viking God, or so Svana imagined.
    “Who carries a sword that large? I mean really,” David
scoffed. “Is he overcompensating for something?”
    It was on the tip of Svana’s tongue to say no, he wasn’t
overcompensating; his dick was huge and well-matched for his body size. She
refrained, knowing it would upset her brother. She hadn’t lied to David, because
Vakr hadn’t touched her…well at least he hadn’t raped her. She had been so
terrified of him and his insanity, Vakr had become distressed with her pathetic
pleading. Svana wasn’t prone to tears, normally, but last night she couldn’t
help it. Images of raping, murdering Vikings had invaded her thoughts. And if
he thought he was a Viking, what would he do with her first?
    Instead of causing her harm, Vakr had pulled her to his
chest and stroked her face. His nose nuzzled her cool cheek. He mumbled soft
words in his native tongue meant to soothe her. In her own language, he
promised her he was a man of his word and would not hurt her. He had rocked her
like a child until she felt herself calm down. She had been calmed by his
oh-so-tender embrace. His tone was pleasant, deep and calming. His body had
been so warm, and the night air so cold.
    Svana wasn’t certain when she had fallen asleep. When she
had awoken in the night something hard was jabbing into her belly. There was no
light in their confined space. For a moment she had thought herself to be on
the yacht. Her hand had slipped lower, closed around the object and pushed.
Vakr had moaned in his sleep. Svana had frozen and immediately remembered where
she was and who she was with. Mortified, she realized Vakr had stripped off his
pants and she was fondling his cock. Svana had snatched her hand away and tried
to scoot farther from him, but fell off the fur-covered pallet with a startled
yelp when her behind had connected with the hard wood. Vakr had jumped over
after her. Svana had lain helpless in his arms when he settled her back onto
the bed. Gentle hands and calm words once more had coaxed her into slumber.
    “Vakr put his sword on this morning. All of his men have
weapons, but not all wear their swords. They all have knives though,” she
whispered back to David.
    “I’m aware of that,” he replied, his tone gruff. “I tried to
get to you last night. I was so worried about you.”
    Svana looked deeply into his eyes. “Did they hurt you?”
    “No.”
    “But they scared you, didn’t they?”
    David wouldn’t return her look. Instead he fingered the fine
material of her beautiful golden long gown.
    Svana had been stunned with its authentic beauty. Vakr had
taste. She wondered who the gown was intended for. Perhaps Vakr had a wife back
home, or a lover. She was surprised when she had felt an odd sense of jealousy
encompass her. There was no reason to feel jealous about Vakr. The man was hot
and very sweet, but she still felt he was a French fry short of a Happy Meal .
    “Can he pull rabbits out of a hat, too?” David asked.
    “Vakr had Ari bring me this.” Svana had felt an odd sense of
relief finding out it was Ari’s. “It’s on loan to me. It’s for Ari’s wife. I
think the man has a crush on me, and Vakr seems none too happy with the idea. I
was also given food and what Vakr called ale. Who has booze for breakfast? Talk
about yuck.”
    “At least they fed you,” David grouched.
    “Didn’t you get anything?”
    David shifted back and forth onto his heels. He looked
guilty.
    “You sent it back!”
    “The bread was stale, the stuff they call ale was half water.
It was gross, Svana,” he whined. “Like someone pissed in it.”
    Svana shook her head at him. “David,